Nerdfighting and Recliner Back Stealing

I made an intersting discovery yesterday. I don't like any of the guys I've been eyeing recently. I am merely interested in them. I know this because I've been bouncing from boy to boy. Out of sight, out of mind. It was different for John (or Mark, if you prefer). But since then, I've thought that I liked 3 guys. And it turns out I didn't. Thats never actually happened before. I usually stick with one guy, good and solid, for a LONG time. There's this new guy on tyhe college tour with me, and I'm interested in him. But the thing is, this started Wednesday, and I'm going to be hanging with him for another 3 weeks. The other guys I spent no more than one week with. Un otro problemo es that he's a year younger than me. He's going into eighth. But I don't care. He makes me laugh. WAY more than Ricky. And he reciprocates. Ricky barely gave me the time of day. Usually, I'm a behavioral specialist. My friends always go to me to find out what guys behavior means or whether they're flirting. I am constantly hanging out with guys. I know how they act (Richard, shut up). But when it comes to me, I can't tell. I can't even tell if I'm flirting. I come back to my friends from a conversation with a guy and they're always like "You were FLIRTING" and I'm completely at a loss. I wish I could tell.
Today, after camp, it was decided that we were going to watch a movie (and it had be something that James, my 5 year old brother, could watch). It ended up being Mary Poppins, which I grew out of a WHILE ago. My sister was sitting in the recliner. My mom wanted to sit there, so she tried to make her stand up. Which having some small semblance of pride, she didn't. In fact, I sat down with her. So my mom calls my dad (who is very big and very scary when fighting against him) to get us out. He was was lying down, so I snicker and say "He's not gonna get up" because he likes lying down (who in God's name doesn't?.) So obvoiusly, he takes the bait, stands up, and tries to oush us out of the chair. We held on for an impressively long time, but eventually, he won. We're both extraordinarily strong girls, but my Daddy's a man beast. So he gets on the chair, and we try to push him off. We almost succeed, but instead remove the back off of the chair. The part you lean on. My sister yells "THIS PART IS OURS!" So we take it back into our room, start yelling what we think as Indian war cries. I pushed my bed in front of the door. My dad just bulled right on through! He opened the door and pushed the bed! Thats crazy. He got the chair back. Unfortubately. I fought like a true nerd though, and I'm proud. Frank, you know what I mean.
HOO HA! NERDFIGHTERS!
Christy